Being a white teenager and going to a primarily white school, it was a peculiar feeling to be the minority, the odd one out. It shaped my view on the world entirely. The diversity there was refreshing and welcome. I had never thought of diversity as inferior, but rather it never occurred to me how many different ideas came from a more diverse group of people. In Detroit, my mission group was told to brighten and improve some of the suburban areas. We were told that the people in Detroit were giving up and many were sad to see the city that they love in ruins. Many authentic and colorful ideas were pitched into the brainstorming session when we were coming up with ideas. It helped to produce a variety of options so that our group could better